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OMP (oh my pig!) Can you believe that it’s been FOUR years since Bashful came to live with me here at the Hotel Thompson? This is him all snuggled in transport the first time that I saw him – aaww. Wasn’t he all cute and innocent in his straw bed?

And to think of all of the places he has been in the world? He’s going to need extra pages in his passport book soon ❤

Spotlight Thursday

Welcome my friends to our first edition of SPOTLIGHT THURSDAY. This is the time that I will introduce you to one of my fellow anipals so you can get to know them better. Some of them, you may already know. We hope that you enjoy this new series!

UPDATE: This post was already set up to highlight my pal Stuart. Then we heard about his passing on 12/12/2015. We were all so upset to hear the news just as everyone else was. We went back and forth trying to decide to post this today but then thought YES.

Let’s celebrate the life of our good friend Stuart.

We know he’s watching over all of us and let’s spend today not in sorrow but remembering the life of our pal and what he meant to all of us. And by all means, let’s remember his wonderful sense of humor! ❤ So join us my friends as we celebrate the life of Stuart in his interview. Please feel free to share this page, your stories of how you met and how he has touched your heart.

Name: My AKC name is BoBo’s Over the Shoulder Dream Choice, but my friends, like you, can call me Stuart. Stuart the Scottie. I also answer to “Stu Pot”, “Lamb Chop”, “Stumeister”, “Love Boy” and “Streudelhead”. But don’t tell anybody. Actually, I don’t answer to anything unless I want to.

Age: Well, technically I’m 9. But people think I’m a gazillion because my brindle hairs make me look like a gray old man. To tell you the truth, I walk like an old man sometimes, but that’s just because I’m bored. I can get a kick in my kaboodle any time I want.

What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents? Oh. I thought they were nice. Nice enough to fall asleep in one’s lap for a while and to stare at the other one’s eyes once I woke up. It worked. Because they came to pick me up the next week. I still fall asleep with them, but I don’t stare at them too much any more. Don’t want them to think I can’t live without them, now would I? No. I. Would. Not.

What was the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home? .I was only 10 weeks old at the time, but I knew I was home just as soon as our car pulled away from the place where I was born. Those folks weren’t nice. They didn’t like me and they wanted me gone. I didn’t even know how to play like most puppies. Good riddance I say. My peeps – as I call them – love me to pieces and I love them. The past is forgotten. Well, not really forgotten. I still have bad dreams sometimes about that awful place. But my peeps are always there for me. Geez. I gotta stop with this mushy stuff. It’s unbecoming to a Scottie.

What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home? .I do so many things that the peeps don’t know about, but it must have been the time I got caught on the sofa in the big room. Now, I know I’m not supposed to get up on that thing. But I do it all the time. Been doing it for years. What the peeps don’t know, won’t hurt them, right?

Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why? Now that’s an interesting question. I’d say they’re about even. I get what I want. Whenever I want it. No question about that. Absoroootly no question.

What’s the biggest misconception that humans think about you? That I’m an old man. I fool people all the time. Just the other day, a neighbor with one of those designer dogs saw me chase a squirrel. He was amazed. “Wow! Look at Stuart go! I’ve never seen him do that!” Right buddy. And you’ll be lucky to see it again. I’m not old, I’m just very particular about how much energy I exert. Not like that BOUNCY thing you’ve got.. I. Do. Not. Jump. On. People.

SQUEAL!!

Yep, you probably heard me SQUEALING all the way where you live this past weekend. I got mail! A package addressed to moi – Bacon Thompson here at the Hotel Thompson. I was so very excited. I tore opened the package with a vengeance ever so carefully to see what was inside of the brown box.

SQUEAL!!

It was a talking oinking bag clip that my buddy Stuart sent me from Smithfield, Virginia. Stuart most have been reading my diary to find out how much I absolutely ❤ potato chips and such. This clip will so come in handy. Yes sir it sure will. With this awesome oinking clip, I will know exactly when daddy is in my food – snorts.

This week, we have a wonderful guest helping out with our Dear Bacon issue. This week, my pal Stuart is stepping in for me to do a special edition of Dear Stuart. Be sure to visit him at his blog and check him out – let him know what a great job he did – thanks Stuart!

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Dear Stuart,
My brother never misses a photo opportunity. People think he’s so happy. What they don’t realize is that during these happy times, he is letting out gas. Sometimes they’re SBD’s (silent but deadly). What’s a dog to do on the receiving end of this happiness? Signed Not So Happy

Dear Not So Happy,
Relish in the smells of life my friend! You never know what funny memories you might conjure up as the four-legged ones try to figure out whodunit. Just be sure they don’t think it’s YOU who’s passing along these little morsels of love. Think of it this way: perhaps Pharrell passed gas when he was H-A-P-P-Y. That made him lots of money. Smile along with your brother and maybe pass some gas of your own! That’s what I do and I don’t even have a brother! ArOOO, Stuart

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Dear Stuart,
Is it safe? My human was riding their electronic broom around the house again. You know what I’m talking about. It makes a lot of noise and they say they are cleaning. I’m afraid if I get too close it will suck me up. Are you afraid of that thing? Any tips for me. Signed Scared in Black

Dear Scared in Black,
Be afraid. Very afraid. The electric broom goes by many aliases – Vacula, Vacooom, The Bad Machine…. they call it these things for a reason. It WILL suck you up. Steer clear. I do. Vrooom, Vrooom Stu

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Dear Stuart,
They see me rolling and they’re hating. Can’t help it that my humans trust me behind the wheel. It’s a great way to pick up chicks. Do you know of any other way? Signed Boat Magnet

Dear Boat Magnet,
Well now, you’re looking mighty macho there Boat Magnet. Sweet. Too bad I’d sink like a bag of cement if I were to accompany you on your maritime hook-up runs. One wrong move and I’d be overboard. And not in a good way. Otherwise, I’d be right there beside you. Helping you navigate toward the more demure of the feminine species. Funny you ask if I know of any other way to attract the fair sex. Well, actually, my Shepherd friend, I don’t have to do anything at all. Just be me. That’s all there is to it. Try it. You’d be surprised. Just show your belly and they come running. Let me know how it works for you, K? Your friend, Chick Magnet Stuart

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Dear Stuart,
I’m just not that kind or monkey. I don’t like to get wet. I wanted sushi and thought I could use this bamboo stick. Is there anything you don’t like that’s typically normal? Signed Sushkey

Sushkey! Stay outta those trees! Squirrels fall from trees sometimes where I live. I’d hate to have you take a tumble and hurt yourself. Nothing’s worth that my near-human-mammal-furiend. Not even sushi. Which I don’t like, by the way. I’m more of a vegetarian. Like you. Perhaps we should dine together in the near future? Since I don’t travel from limb to limb, you’ll have to do the Tarzan thing and swing over to my place. Green beans all the way around! To answer your question….I typically don’t like things that others do. Guess I’m not a normal scottie? ArOOO, Stuart

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Dear Stuart,
Why? Why does this happen to me every single time. The cat takes my bed and leaves me with something I can barely put my fanny in. What’s a pooch to do? Help please. Signed Distressed Doggy

Oh Distressed Doggy,

I feel your pain. When I have visitors sometimes, I get pushed out of my own comfort spots. But, here’s what I do. I let the intruders know that I’m NOT HAPPY. Bark at them. Nip at them. Stuff like that. The idea is, to get your peeps to think you’re going t devour the cat. And you know that’s not gonna happen. Then, you’ll get your bed back. Trust me. And if that doesn’t work? Then, well, then really eat the cat. ArOOOO! Stuart

OMP (oh my pig!) Can you believe that it’s been an entire year since Bashful came to live with me? This is him all snuggled in transport the first time that I saw him – aaww. Wasn’t he all cute and innocent in his straw bed?

And to think, fast forward a year and think of all of the wonderful places he has traveled. France to see Easy, Australia to see Fozzie, Virginia to see Stuart, United Kingdom to see Misaki and where is he now? I’m not telling but you are going to be surprised where he turns up next. That is definitely for sure!

We all stayed up really late last night talking about his travels and misadventures. OMP (oh my pig)! He had a blast down under. And like Las Vegas, some things that happened in Australia stay in Australia if you know what I mean – winks winks.

You’re not going to accept that, are you? You want the juicy details of his wicked time with Bimby while making his short silent movie Rockadile Dundee. I’m sorry.

I can’t tell you any of the juicy details. Bashful said that a gentlerock does not talk about his ladies. aaaww – I raised that little pebble right!

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The little international rolling stone came home with some great treasures of his time spent with his host family. The above left handed picture is Bashful in his suit that he wore to the wedding. What a handsome little guy! He now refers to that suit as his 007 Rock Bond outfit. What a riot! He told me late last night that he wore his suit out one night when he took Bimby out for a date – 🙂

The picture to the right is of Bashful and his Australian outback hat. What a looker! And you see that item behind him? That is a hand painted boomerang from Australia that came home with him. I’ve already caught him throwing it around the house. We’ve all learned how to duck really fast with that thing flying about. And never fear about his cross eyed look in the picture. I think he was slightly inebriated from the long flight home. You know, they’ll serve anyone a drink these days in the happy air above. I guess there is no ‘under age’ in the sky.

This picture to the left is of the other goodies that Bashful came home with that was in his luggage. Stickers of all different things – Koala bears, snakes and Kangaroos. Bashful told me that I could have some of them to put in our bedroom – I can’t wait to decorate my board.

And you know, they didn’t forget mom either. See that fluffy pen in the picture? It’s a Mickey Mouse pen! It lights up when you write with it. Mommy is in love with that pen. I do believe she took it to the worky place so she can use/look at it every day.

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Fozziemom and company was even so nice to send the purr things some treats. Trust me, those little vultures jumped on that bag like it was crack!

And talking about crack – snorts. See that can to the left beside the Koala pouch, Bashful is hooked on that stuff! Mom/dad tried some last night and gave me a small bite. OMP (oh my pig!). It is GOOD! No wonder that little Bashful couldn’t stay out of it. It’s peppermint glory.

And you’re probably wondering about that Koala pouch. It is the cutest little thing that zips up. There was something amazing in that little pouch. I’m getting too ahead of myself so you’ll have to wait for what it was. I promise to tell you.

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And of course, we have to show a picture of the intellectual Bashful with his glasses on and sporting his hat. Can you believe he went to bed last night wearing that? And yes, he used his specks when he was reading to us out loud about his adventures in his travel log.

Can you believe that we also had a slide show of his side trip to Sydney? Oh gracious – it was a hoot. He visited so many places while down under. I think we will be hearing about his tales for some time to come.

But, we are talking about the international rolling stone – my Bashful. He will be home for a couple of more days and then he is off to his next host family and his next adventure. Where will it be? Only me and the next host family will know.

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But before he hops that plane, we had to take some family pictures of the “Rock Clan”. There they all are on their sofa in their bedroom getting to know each other.

May I introduce you to the newest member of the Hotel Thompson. This is Rockelle from Australia. She is in this picture wearing Bashful’s Australian hat and wait – what is that? She is siding up with Bashful and they are a twosome?! Stop the presses – Bashful came home with a girlfriend?! And they know how to grow them in Australia. She has the cutest little accent and look at that purple eyeshadow. She has so woo’ed the little guy.

And you’re probably wondering about how Princess Coralena must be feeling about this. Well, let’s just say there’s going to be a rock fight about whose rock Bashful really is. I can feel it in my bones. But Bashful, he’s a young tyke. He needs to experience life right now. He can always settle down when he hangs up his travel boots, right?

So, to Fozziemom and clan – thank you so much for hosting a great time for the little fellow. I know he had an awesome time and will always cherish his memories with you in Australia. You were great.

I’ve been a little late in getting some thank you outs and letting everyone know about Bashful. It’s been crazy here at the Hotel Thompson my friends. Please forgive me in my updates about my traveling pet rock. Bashful spent some time in Virginia with Stuart at http://scottiechronicles.com/ .

Bashful actually got home the day before mom/dad’s vacation to the beach. In fact, he kept us all up late into the night telling us of stories of visiting pigs, running away to a fair and watching Stuart ride a ferris wheel – I bet that was awesome!

He also spoke of getting into trouble with Stuart in his backyard and getting too close to the roadway – Bashful – shame on you!

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Poor Stuart – when Bashful first arrived, his humans were a little under the weather. So I guess that accounts for some of the trouble they got into.

Bashful is such a sweet international rolling stone.

But, I’ve noticed that he has picked up some wicked ways in his travels. Tomato weed bong smoking in France and now in Virginia scotch on the rocks. My little rock is growing up so fast – at times I think way too fast!

Bashful came home in a box full of surprises much to my amazement. There were note cards with scotties on them to remind us of Stuart, pig cards (aaww) and the cutest little pair of piggy salt/pepper shakers. OMP (Oh my pig!) Mom was thrilled and squealed like a little piggy herself – it was too funny. I can’t begin to thank you enough for hosting my little pet Bashful. He had the bestest time! I really appreciate you taking him in like he was one of your own and showing him a great time.

And you know, Bashful picked up a friend in his travels. This is Virginia – check out those beautiful green eyes and red lipstick. Everyone says that a girl can rule the world with red lipstick – I know she will here at the Hotel Thompson. She’s already captivated Manny from France.

Thanks again Stuart my friend. I’m sorry it took me a while to publically thank you. You rock!

And where will Bashful end up next? I will tell you that he was so carefully helped into mom/dad’s suitcase when they went to the beach. Darn… okay I admit it – I helped him stowaway but that’s a story for another day – snorts.

Other than the beach, where will he go next? His list is long here at the Hotel Thompson. The next person has been notified and after a much needed rest this week, hopefully he will be put on an airplane this weekend.